Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.